The Musician's Woe

Around the bend it goes.
Beats of the melody.
Somber tunes of seething visions.
The Musician a compacted cube of solitude.
Lazy beats that pour from circular strums.

Crowds that drink their fill of self endowed embitterment.
Always an applause of tight lips and stale taste.
Muttered breaths that jut from frugal breasts.
The Musician, a shallow face of dimmed light.
A solution appears.

Knock and shock to cranium cells from a buzz of lush springs.
Bruises of ineptitude upon the Musician.
Meteors fly by in a hale of ecstatic bursts.
Another blinded game of glazed fazes.